Savage
he says, glancing up from where he has four, no five pups, hanging off of him.
“I’m Aolis,” the tall, ethereal man says.
“King Aolis. I have a lot of sprites who are excited to see you.”
“What have they named their forest?” he asks me.
“The Enchanted Forest,” I tell him.
“How lovely,” Aolis’ mate says, walking up. “I’m Lily.”
“Hello, Queen Lily,” I say, making her chuckle.
“When I’m not in Araphyra, I’m just Lily. You should come visit sometime, learn about the Guardians.”